[00:00.000] 作词 : John Bradley/Scott Scharinger
[00:01.000] 作曲 : John Bradley/Scott Scharinger
[00:13.000]There is a chest
[00:16.000]Of skin, of drawers
[00:17.500]With pictures of waterspouts
[00:21.000]Coming out from the ocean and into the mainland
[00:28.000]Where you once lived
[00:29.500]Before
[00:30.700]When you were younger
[00:33.000]Before
[00:34.500]You learned how to hope, want, or wish
[00:55.700]Your step became unsteady once
[01:01.700]Even more
[01:03.000]Every time you would stand on shrapnel
[01:10.000]Under your feet
[01:13.000]There was a growth under your skin
[01:17.000]An addition of pride
[01:19.500]For your newfound wasteland
[01:29.500]But even worse
[01:31.500]The future you see
[01:34.500]The future you bring
[01:37.000]The future you are completely okay with
[01:41.000]I could wait up sick
[01:43.000]Waiting for a response
[01:45.700]I could wait up, waiting for anything
[01:51.000]And it’s something that you’re completely okay with
[01:57.500]You've been standing outside of my apartment
[02:03.500]With your mouth open wide
[02:04.000]and I haven't heard enough of it
[02:09.000]You've been standing outside of my apartment
[02:15.000]With your mouth open wide
[02:17.700]and I haven't heard enough of it
[02:20.000]Tell me, tell me, Miranda
[02:23.500]Where do you see yourself tomorrow?
[02:26.500]Do you worry each Wednesday
[02:28.700]When the week is almost over
[02:33.000]Where you will sleep
[02:35.500]Where you will sleep
[02:38.000]Your sanctuary is Missouri in May
[02:41.000]And I still insist on cutting my tongue off
[02:48.000]You've been standing outside of my apartment
[02:53.500]With your mouth open wide
[02:56.000]and I haven't heard enough of it
[03:00.000]You've been standing outside of my apartment
[03:06.000]With your mouth open wide
[03:09.000]and I haven't heard enough of it
[03:11.500]I will not speak of the crash
[03:15.000]Cause if it is never spoken of
[03:18.000]Then history will never know it happened
[03:23.000]If it is never written about
[03:26.000]Then no one can ever read it
[03:29.500]If it is never talked about
[03:32.000]Then no one can ever hear it
[03:35.500]Then no one can ever hear it
[03:38.500]Then no one can ever hear it
[03:47.500]Do we know the truths of every broken step?
[03:54.000]Only if it's told
[03:56.000]Forgotten when it's old
[03:59.000]Undesired and cold
[04:03.500]There is no story to be told
[04:13.000](We'll say)
[05:12.000]We'll say
[05:14.000]We'll meet up in some hotel room
[05:16.500]Be it fancy or pay by the hour
[05:19.000]And we'll comfort each other
[05:21.000]Like we used to in our time
[05:24.500]You'll say it'll be just like the old days
[05:28.500]But it won't be the f*cking old days
[05:31.000]No it won't be the f*cking old days
[05:33.500]Only now with our broken parts
[05:37.500]Our overused and torn up pieces
[05:41.000]Will it be better than before?
[05:44.000]Will it be better than before?
[05:47.000]Do we thank our practice with others
[05:50.500]Or will it be tarnished by exact thought?
[05:54.500]Will it be better than before?
[05:57.000]Will it be better than before?
[06:00.500]Will it be better than before?